:19:04
Yes, yes, of course.
The ransom.
:19:12
There's a death sentence
for your Robin of Locksley!
:19:19
I'll have him dangling in a week.
:19:27
- I'm tired.
- What?
:19:29
After a refreshing sleep
in the greenwood?
:19:31
I've pulled seven acorns out of my ribs.
:19:33
- Lovely fresh air.
- My teeth ache with chattering.
:19:36
- Nightingales singing.
- An owl hooting in my ear all night.
:19:40
Hooting?
He was singing you to sleep.
:19:54
There's a lusty infant. He'd be
a good one to reason into joining us.
:19:58
By the look of him, his
quarterstaff does his reasoning for him.
:20:01
- Let's see what he's made of.
- It's your skull, not mine.
:20:11
- Give way, little man.
- Only to a better man than myself.
:20:14
He stands before you.
:20:18
Let him pass, Robin. It's much too warm
to brawl with such a windbag.
:20:22
When I've brushed this fly off,
I'll give you a dusting for good measure.
:20:26
This fly has a mighty sting, friend.
:20:28
I've only a staff and you threaten me
with a longbow and a goose shaft.
:20:32
- Aren't you man enough...?
- Wait! I'll get myself a staff.
:20:50
- Ready?
- Yes.